Mu Feibai's gaze has always been very focused, just staring at the cold figure in front of him, as if he can't get enough of it.

After Zhu'an had already walked to another street with Weaving Dream for a while, Mu Feibai realized that the two people who followed behind him didn't know when they were gone.

Probably, the people who really came out to play were the two of them.

Could it be that you are walking too fast and not keeping up?

Speaking of which, these two people have nothing else, but they are both good-looking, just like the first thought in his heart when he first met him in the ruined temple before, that is to say, they are the kind of people who can definitely see at a glance when they are mixed in the crowd, and it is impossible to be overwhelmed by the surging crowd.

He slowed down a few moments and looked back, but there were no figures of those two people in the bustling crowd.

It can't be lost, right?

Mu Feibai's heart suddenly flashed with a flash of inspiration, thinking that it could only be intentional by Zhu'an, wanting to keep him alone with Shuhua.

He is with Shuhua......

Mu Fei's white face was hot, and he turned his gaze back and fell on the person beside him, he always followed Shuhua only half a step away, and from this angle, he could just see Shuhua's delicate and indifferent side face.

The streets are bustling with people coming and going, but people are always paying extra attention to good-looking people at all times. Therefore, there are many people who secretly look at the sparse flowers, admire them, admire them, and look at them eagerly and frequently.

Naturally, it is completely understandable that such a beauty cannot be hidden anywhere. It's just that Shuhua's natural indifference has discouraged many side-eyed people, who only dare to peek and dare not come forward to talk.

Probably only sparse flowers can do this kind of thing.

On the contrary, she didn't notice it, but walked forward, and seemed to be more interested in the objects on the roadside stalls than the crowd.

However, her interest was limited to a few glances from a distance, and she rarely stopped to watch, let alone reach out to pick it up and take a closer look.

Mu Feibai stared at her for a while, and noticed that her gaze fell on a small stall on the side, and only moved away after a pause.

Just as she was about to continue walking, Mu Feibai suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed Shuhua, and with the other hand, she accurately picked up the fox mask on the small stall she was looking at and sent it to her.

"Don't you see?"

Giving a gift is the perfect way to express your heart.

His original intention was to apologize for a good time, so that Shuhua would stop dwelling on the wrong things he had done. I don't know if it's his delusion, he always feels that since he woke up and made a joke, Shuhua has a very strange attitude towards him, and a little bit of avoiding him.

Alas, don't mention it. Apologizing is the most important thing, giving a gift is more sincere, and it is naturally best to be willing to accept flowers.

Shuhua stopped, looked at Mu Feibai, lowered her eyes and looked at the delicate and lovely mask in his hand, her eyes wandered, she raised her hand, and after hesitantly touching the mask with her fingertips, she quickly put it down, and didn't say anything.

Only then did she realize that Zhu'an and Weaving Dream were gone, "They?"

Mu Feibai has developed a habit, and he can understand what Shuhua means without thinking too much, and what it means to be concise and concise.

It's just that you can't say that the two of them slipped away on purpose.

Mu Feibai pondered and said, "Ah...... That, Dream Weaver...... Weaving a dream of eating sugar gourds, I pulled Zhu'an to buy it for her, telling us to go first, and then come to find us, let's just go slower. ”

She knew that Zhimeng liked snacks, Mu Feibai's words were reasonable, Shuhua didn't suspect anything, nodded lightly to indicate that she knew, and then turned around and continued to walk forward, her pace did slow down a lot.

Mu Feibai saw that Shuhua had just touched this mask clearly, and seemed to like it a little, but now he left without saying anything, and he was a little unsure whether Shuhua wanted it or not.

Shuhua had already left the stall, so he had to put down his mask and hurriedly chased after him.

Looking at the woman who was indifferent all over her body, even her hair was indifferent, but it was so close that she could reach out and grab it, Mu Feibai's heart beat more and more, and he always felt that he should seize the opportunity to say something.

"Ahem...... Shu, Shuhua, what do you like? I'll buy it for you!" Mu Feibai plucked up the courage to say, and after finishing speaking, he was a little annoyed, how could he stammer such a simple sentence.

"No, I don't. ”

Shuhua just shook her head indifferently and continued to walk forward.

"Oh......"

Mu Feibai didn't say much, and followed.

It's just that he keenly noticed that Shuhua used to stay on the stall from time to time, but now it is much less, as if he deliberately restrained himself after hearing his words, and I have to say, as indifferent as ever.

Mu Feibai's feet were imperceptible, and an indescribable astringency welled up in his heart.

I had already mustered up the courage to take that step away, side by side with Shuhua, but now I am half a step slower.

Half a step away, as if they are close to each other, but they are forever out of reach.

He really wanted to ask, what exactly does Shuhua like?

Or, in fact, I want to ask, what kind of person do you like?

Don't...... Is it like chasing an an?

Only as gentle as Zhu'an, with a warm temperament like the spring breeze in March, can the ice on the sparse flowers melt away?

Frustrated, I have such a thought, but it's not really hot-headed, psychopathic inexplicably blames the blame on Zhu'an, but I just feel that I never seem to be like Shuhua, and I can't help but be a little frustrated.

What exactly do you have to do to get Shuhua to notice you?

Or rather, how?

talent, not so much like her.

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I like this feeling, it's really joyful and sour.

However, fortunately, his heart is not too fragile, and he can continue to persevere, since the martial arts conference, he did not return to Jinan, and insisted on going his own way and went directly to Phantom Lake City with Shuhua, from that time on, he made up his mind, this time, no matter what the result is, he has to at least try to work hard!

Like, what's the way back?

He took a deep breath and walked over to Shuhua again, smiling, looking for something to say.

"Don't you like that mask? What do you like? Oh, by the way, girls like sweets, right? Would you like a snack too? Would you like to have some fried chestnuts with sugar?"

Shuhua glanced at him lightly, unable to tell what that look meant, but still shook her head.

Mu Feibai took two quick steps forward, stood in front of another small stall, reached out and picked up a box of rouge, and turned to look at Shuhua.

Although he rarely touches rouge gouache, but his vision is good, the box of rouge he picked, the color is shiny, the texture is delicate, it is a good product, the color is also suitable, just like the color of the peach blossoms when they are blooming, it is very beautiful! Presumably, if it is dotted on the cheeks, it will definitely make the face white as the first snow, still full of peach blossoms, more and more beautiful.

In short, the choice is very tasteful.

Let's not say that Shuhua has rarely used rouge gouache, but as a woman, it is inevitable that she will still be a little interested in these little daughters' boudoirs, and it is a good gift for the girl.

However, Shuhua shook her head after taking a look.

Mu Feibai had to nod awkwardly, put down the rouge box in his hand, and walked back to Shuhua's side.

After walking a few steps in silence, Mu Feibai's eyes suddenly lit up, and he picked one of the various lanterns from a small stall selling lanterns on the left, looked at it, was very satisfied, and directly sent the lanterns in his hand to Shuhua's eyes.

"What about this, do you like it?"

Shuhua's gaze fell quietly on a rabbit lamp held in the palm of his hand, the shopkeeper's craftsmanship is very good, the little rabbit is lifelike, vivid, and deliberately lit a pair of big red eyes, which looks particularly cute, pitiful, and makes people want to hold it in their hands and appreciate it carefully.

Her gaze moved, and there was no direct refusal at this time.

"Like?"

Mu Feibai was overjoyed, and hurriedly turned around to buy this rabbit lamp for her.

Shuhua suddenly grabbed him and said lightly: "I have." Then he stretched out his hand, and in the palm of his hand, which was as white as snow, there were a few pieces of broken silver, which were a little dazzling under the bright lights of the lantern stall.

Mu Feibai's hand, which had already been handed out to settle the bill, was next to her palm, frozen in mid-air.

The vendor who sold the lanterns was already preparing to pick up the money in Mu Feibai's hand, but now looking at the money in his hand and the money handed over by Shuhua, he touched his nose and laughed with some embarrassment: "It's just to buy a lantern, why are the two of you still rushing to pay?"

However, neither of them withdrew their hands.